Filling Her Up.
1890 Words
Chapter 4.
PEARL’S POV.
My shoulder tensed for only a second, before I felt his hand on my back, unclasping my bra… letting my boobs slip out gently.
“You thought I was going to leave?”
“Yes.” But the reply never made it past my lips because the cold air of the room wrapped around my body, grazing my skin like his gaze.
I wrapped my hand around my body again, nervousness curling around my belly.
His eyes sucked me in, his pupils glimmering with clear desire and admiration.
“Let me see.” He commanded subtly, pulling my hand away.
His tongue swept against his lower lips, while he dragged his gaze around every corner of my body. “f*****g perfect!” He groaned deeply, moving his hand to the swell of my boobs and cupping the delicate mounds in his hand.
My lips pressed into a thin line, eyes dragging against his hand and every fumble.
“Perfect tits.” He fondled, rolling his thumb against my already erect n*****s.
The air in my throat vanished for some seconds and I froze, the coldness of his thumb seeping into my body.
His gaze burned down my chest, his thumb rolling over my n*****s before his lips curved into a wicked smirk. “These t**s… they’re driving me insane.” He dragged his tongue across his lip, leaning close. “They would make a perfect hole for my cock.”
His words echoed against my ear, raw and dirty.
My hips jerked forward and my lips parted to say a word but they barely made it past my lips…
Because he leaned down and claimed my n*****s into his mouth in one swift move.
The heat of his mouth loomed over my body, making my thighs shake instinctively.
“Arhhhh!” I cried into the air, eyes rolling backward while his tongue flickered against my n*****s, fondling and sucking gently.
The wet sound of his mouth moving against my n*****s seeped into my body like sensation.
My nails scraped the nape of his neck, eyes rolling backward while he sucked me into his mouth, trailing his hand lower until they got to the place between my thighs that needed him most.
My body stilled in anticipation as his fingers grazed my panties.
My p***y came alive, beating and breathing like it suddenly had a life of its own.
He moved my panties aside, slowly dragging his fingers against my wet fold while grazing my n*****s with his teeth.
My walls clenched at the noticing, my thighs twitching instinctively, breath coming in low shallow bursts.
“Oh…” I moaned, burying my face into his neck while he dragged the pad of his fingers against my clit, rubbing and circling while I trembled.
“You are so wet…” He breathed roughly against my boobs, the vibration scorching through me.
My body jerked and quivered as I felt his finger against the wet entrance of my p***y.
I stiffened slightly, anticipation curling like a shadow around the base of my neck.
Slowly, he pushed one finger into my p***y, thick and masculine it made my back arch.
“God…” I cried ecstatically at the intrusion, walls clamping around his fingers.
His grip on my hips tightened.
“So tight.” He gritted lowly, pulling away from my boobs only for a second.
His eyes locked against mine and for a split second, he stilled, his finger buried inside me, letting me feel every inch of the stretch. My walls spasmed around him, begging for more before he started moving again.
My muscles turned rigid, then he slipped another finger deeper, my p***y stretching to accommodate his thrust.
“Ummm…” I jerked into his finger, the entire length sinking deeper into my p***y.
My hands subconsciously found his neck, wrapping firmly around him.
“f**k it!!!” I cried out in pleasure, my stomach curling into a blissful knot while he began to thrust his fingers in and out of my p***y, stretching my entrance by adding another finger.
“Oh!!!” My nails sank into his hair, his fingers thumping in and out of my p***y, fondling and sucking my boobs.
Waves of pleasure crashed into me, my body arching into his fingers while he unraveled me in ways Leo has never done.
His lips left my right boob, kissing my cleavage and sucking on my chest while he kept thrusting his finger in and out of my wet core.
“You like it?” His voice was heavy and needy, like he was already inside me.
Pleasure curled up my spine, and I jerked into him.
“Yes…” The cry slipped past my lips, head rolling backward while I trembled from every thrust that stirred a feeling so familiar.
My cunt fluttered around his hand, eyes rolling backward, while he f****d my p***y with his fingers in ways Leo’s c**k could never.
“You are so beautiful when you roll your eyes like that.”
“Ohhh…” The moan tore past my trembling lips, the familiar feeling curling around my entire body till my knees buckled.
“I… I am going to c*m….” I cried helplessly, thrashing back and forth.
His pace fastened and he thumped his hand deeper, kissing my cheeks and dragging his tongue down my throat.
The slick squelch of his fingers moving in and out made me whimper louder, the filthy sound echoing louder than my moans.
“c*m for me, Clara… c*m on my fingers.”
Like his words were all it took, my orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave.
My vision blurred, for some seconds muscles turning rigid while I thrashed back and forth, nails digging deeper into his shoulders it almost drew blood, but he didn’t stop.
He didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving in and out of my p***y, dragging my juice out along every moan till I came breathless on his fingers.
My head slumped into his shoulders, breath heavy and panting while he led me to the bed, dropping me gently on the bed and dragging his trousers down, his eyes locked against mine.
I laid on the bed, my pounding heart echoing loudly against my ear.
The room blurred around my gaze and the only thing that mattered was the sight of him before me, undoing the button of his shirt while keeping his eyes locked against mine like they were exactly where they should be.
Anticipation unsettled me, every breath waiting for him to pull his shirt away, and when he finally did, the air in my throat vanished and I froze against the bed, glaring at the sight that previously laid underneath that shirt.
Hot sculptured body, muscled and ripped in all the right places. Broad shoulders, callused veiny hands with tattoos enough to interest.
A wet feeling rose beneath my messy thighs, but I hurriedly clamped it tight.
His eyes dropped on my thighs, lingering for some seconds before returning to meet my gaze.
“Do not ruin the pleasure, little rose. Let the p***y drip in peace.”
My eyes widened at the sound of his words, raw, nasty and cocky in ways that shouldn’t make me drip, but damn it, my body responded anyway.
I looked away shyly, refusing to meet his gaze.
“I didn’t ask you to look away, Little wolf. I want your eyes on mine.” His command was firm, yet subtle in ways that made my knees go weaker.
Excuse his hotness, but how could one be so hot and cocky?
I bit gently on my lower lip, directing my gaze to meet his.
“Good girl.” He smirked lowly, undoing the hook of his pants.
The material fell off, revealing his briefs and the sight that laid underneath.
Veins stretched beneath his briefs, making my heart pound in my chest.
I looked up at him, then back at his face.
My p***y panted in sheer anticipation like it had a life of its own.
He walked closer, taking steady yet powerful steps till he got to the bed, every step echoing loudly against my chest.
Then he moved his hand to his briefs, eyes locked against mine before finally pulling the last piece of obstacle away.
The air in the room froze and my eyes widened at the sight that stole my last ounce of breath away.
His c**k, 9 inches, hard, veiny and monstrous in ways only a monster could be, bounced out in confidence, the tip glistening with precum.
A lump settled in my throat, the sight stirring something raw within me.
My fingers curled, itching to cup him into my hand.
Two of Leo’s c***s and it would still not come an inch close to what this temptation was carrying around.
Sensation curled around my body, slipping down till they met my forbidden area.
Damn it! I was dripping again. My legs wobbled, and my already dripping p***y leaked with juice and need.
He moved close to the drawers, pulled a condom out, and slid it over his c**k.
Questions slammed into my mind. Fit? Will I be able to take him?
My pulse roared against my ear, but I laid back, unable to move or even deny this moment. Because I wanted it. More than I could imagine.
I was still lost in my thoughts when I suddenly felt him climb into the bed, his broad shoulders looming over me.
His eyes locked against mine, hand parting my legs apart.
“Scared?” He arched a brow, kneeling between my already parted thighs.
I swallowed the lumps that formed in my throat. Chin rose.
“No.”
He smirked for only a second, his other hand coming against the back of my neck.
Oh holy heavens… my body burned from the heat he emitted, my p***y pounding with so much anticipation.
His eyes remained fixed on mine, watching me gently like I was something fragile and delicate.
Without realization, I melted into his gaze.
Then slowly, very unexpectedly, I felt the tip of his c**k against my entrance, rubbing gently.
My body tensed, arching simultaneously.
“Unmmm…” The soft purr echoed between us.
“Damn it!” He grunted lowly. “You are so wet…”
My p***y spasmed at whatever those words were, doing nothing but desiring whatever this damnation was.
Without more words, he positioned his c**k against my entrance.
“Is your p***y ready for master?”
My lashes fluttered.
Master? The word curled around my body, dirty and sinful, but I nodded.
“Yes… I am ready for the master.”
“When you take my c**k, you moan for me like a good girl… understood?”
My back arched slightly. “Yes, master.”
“Good girl…” He praised softly, pushing himself forward till the tip of his length slipped past my entrance.
My p***y ached slightly, stretching to accommodate him.
The vein at the side of his neck stretched and he pushed deeper.
“You are so tight….” His voice came out in a tight grit.
My legs parted wider against my own, eyes rolling backward while he sank his remaining length into my hole, filling me up in one slow aching thrust.
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